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Loki had had a plan, way back when he came to earth for the first time since the witch hunts. He was impressed with how the technology had...improved(going form nothing to something was an improvement). Maybe that’s why he got off track.
It felt so much different from the Asgardian technology and in Loki’s eyes really simple designs. Or in some cases; simple designs made difficult. It did fascinate him because his seidr could bond with it and it made him able to navigate better.
So yeah, getting off track gain. The plan was to forget what had happened on Asgard, never ever ever mention it and ‘lay low’ for a couple centuries somewhere else.
Both parts of the plan had failed.
Somehow he had become a part of a warrior group. His first instinct was to turn it down but well...he had decided it may be interesting to humour them for a while. Let it be made clear that his decision to be an Avenger had nothing to do with the local engineer. Nothing. He was way too smart to be swayed by a marvel of technology in the form of the Iron Man suit(that wasn’t even made from iron, his seidr told him, very misleading name).
That’s how Loki found himself years later, in the aftermath of yet another battle, not clinging to Tony’s arm.
It had been a really long fight, okay? He wasn’t about to use his magic more than was needed just to see where he was going when he had a perfectly reliable teammate he could (literally) lean on to.
Tony for his part was also limping a little, even in the suit. It wasn’t obvious but Loki felt it anyway. He doubted anyone could see it. Tony was really fond of his theatrics, Loki found out.
“Anyone up for that new pizza place?” Tony asked the other Avengers, a little loud in Loki’s ears. He had never really liked the way the Iron Man mask deformed Tony’s voice.
Clint answered with an also very loud “Hell yeah!”, while the others grumbled an affirmative. Steve was ‘kind’ enough to remember they had to file the mission report first. Loki thought that the medical bay may be the wiser option and he might have said it if his body didn’t decide it was a good time to give out on him.
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Loki woke up an undetermined time later to the smell of disinfectant. It was unfamiliar to him, not to mention there was someone else in the room. Sleeping, if the deep breathing was anything to go by.
He felt fine, his seidr had recharged since the battle. It didn’t take long for a mage of his calibre, after all. So he let it reach out to the other person’s core. Just to check in. It probably was one of the Avengers but you never know when you could get kidnapped by a worshipper who wants to take over the world together with you and feels apologetic for needing to kidnap you but you wouldn’t answer to his prayers.
Loki couldn’t help but smile when he felt the warmth that was Tony’s core.
He didn’t know if the little non-physical nudge was enough to wake Tony but that was when he started to stir in his chair.
“Hey, bambi, sleep well?” Tony said, voice strained in what Loki assumed was him stretching. The odour of sweat made Loki scrunch his nose – he liked to pretend it bothered him, made Tony all squirmy.
Loki turned his face towards Tony for the full effect “How long was I out? A week?”
“Just a few hours,” Tony answered, tapping his fingers on Loki’s thigh, which was how Loki realised his hand was there in the first place. He didn’t say anything about it, no need to waste words on minor things.
Loki hummed, searching for his hair tie ever present on his left wrist but found none.
“You’ve never been out for so long, you sure you all right?”
“I assure you I’m in primal condition, nothing to worry your pretty little head about. It might have been from the lack of sleep,” Loki said, sitting up and then finally swinging his legs over the bed.
“Bad dreams?” There was understanding in Tony’s voice.
“Something like that,” Loki allowed, reaching out for Tony before daring to take a step. Of course he could use his seidr to navigate but where would be the fun in that? Besides, Tony didn’t need to know the extent of how much he could see with the help of seidr. It would seem cheap to ask for his help if he knew Loki didn’t really need it. But prolonged use of seidr could be exhausting. That was the excuse that he was going with, sue him.
It was bad enough that he already memorised the Avenger’s compound.
Tony took the hint; Loki heard one two footsteps before Tony’s upper arm was enveloped by Loki’s hand.
“Where are we anyway? Is this a hospital? You know your healers can’t do much if there really was something wrong with me.”
“No, I know but,” they paused before Loki heard the door being opened “it was more for my sake than anything else.”